Any Comments? No, I think I’ll Pass.

Today, the spotlight is on you! As I reflect on my blogging journey, I realise that engagement is a big part of the fun for me. Why have you decided to blow out my candles before the MC counts to three?

Following my informal survey, I’ve compiled a list of reasons why you don’t comment and given my tongue-in-cheek arguments against them. Find your excuse and tell me if your arguments are louder than mine are.

Reluctant Barry

You claim that you want to see what others are saying and where the conversation is going before you add your voice. In other words, you don’t want to be the first to comment. You surprise me. Are you incapable of independent thought? Monday to Friday, you make decisions like an entrepreneur without a board. Is it only when you come to Livelytwist that you cease being a pioneer?

Scared Molly

They told you the internet is a dangerous place and now you take everything you read with a pinch of salt. You worry that future employers are googling your name. You worry that when you become a presidential aspirant, a comment you left on Livelytwist can and will be used against you. Hmmm, what do we know for sure? Y2K didn’t happen and aliens are yet to take over our world. Unconvinced? Leave your comments with a grain of salt; call yourself PantekaMonleka, who cares?

Forgetful Harry

You were planning to, but you forgot. Committing things to your memory is like fetching water with a basket. No time like the present. Stop this minute and go to the comment box. Write about the sea or the prevalence of memory loss in Homo sapiens living in the Twitter Generation. You know what; don’t sweat it before you forget again. Just write, nice post, and know you have done your good deed for the week.

Ungrammatical Sally

My “grammar” intimidates you. You don’t want to sound like a fool. Really? Did I set an English exam for you? Do you not have spell check? Is it not true that since you began reading Livelytwist, your writing has improved? You’ve stolen a metaphor here and a paragraph there, basked in accolades, and didn’t mention my name. Meanwhile, you shared The Measure of a Man, with that boy who showed you pepper and when he didn’t say sorry, you read Happy New Love and rekindled hope. Yet, not a comment, not even one comment.

Invisible Cheerleader

Timi, you go girl! Oh yes, I can soar on the wings of your private messages and clinch the Nobel Prize for literature! You say although you do not comment, you’re supporting me from behind. Ah, I can manage my behind myself. Please move to the front. For your sake, I posed questions at the end of posts to foster engagement. You ignored the hint and sent me yet another BBM: Timi you go girl! Get ‘em tiger! Where did you find a smiley clothed in animal skin? Never mind that, just leave a comment please.

Livelytwist Unofficial Ambassador

“Lol, this was so funny, I’m in stitches. Y’all need to read this!!!” If you’d left this comment on my blog, this post would’ve been redundant. Instead, it was what you wrote as you shared my post on Facebook and Twitter, while counting the minutes until the end of the second service at your church. I am grateful that two people heeded your call. Did you know one of them left a comment? You’ve almost earned your badge. 140 characters or less gets a pass mark in my book. I’m waiting . . .

Tongue-tied Mary

You don’t know what to say. I get it, the post doesn’t move you. What of last week’s post and the week before that? Likeseriously sixty-plus posts and you don’t have an opinion? In school, you must have been like that child who always whined when the teacher posed a question to him, “They’ve already said what I was going to say.” I allow that here. Simply reply someone’s comment and write, “True talk. You just took the words from my mouth!”

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I don’t know why I am just getting to see this. I don’t know why you seem to have stopped the livelytwist. I hope the twist is as lively as it was and that it has not grown into a dreadlock. I am just as guilty as everyone else. I’m a beginner blogger and accuse my friends of not commenting but I find it difficult to do when i check my other friends’ blogs. Come alive again and be lively.

Made me smile. Was planning to view this last post and call it a day (you understand :D). But then….
Sister, can you communicate!
You should be an ambassador, really.
Thanks for feeding my mind all through. Bye! Next week.
*winks

You really have a way with words Timi, I feel that this is what every blog writer feels especially because writing is basically putting yourself and your opinions out there and hoping to hear what others think as well. I hope to be as good and open as you are someday.

Hmm..this got me to leave a comment. I’ll say thanks to @tekenaikoko (Choosing Motherhood [1] Learning to Dance) who shared the link to a really beautiful piece. It felt like you were seated right in front of me, telling me the story in simple and well sculpted English. Thank you Timi for bringing life to stories that drill in life lessons. Hugs…I’ve felt the ‘lively’ part of this blog and i’ll just read on to get a feel of the ‘twist’. Have a blessed week darl and if i have to say it again, you communicate so well with your writeups…

I have much catching up to do but this takes the cake!!! “I can manage my behind myself.” BEST LINE EVER. Lol. Loved the format of this entire post. And look at all the comments it clicked… Woo hoo!!!!

hahahahah I really loved this post I think I shall do a similar one for mine, not that i post for the comments or anything but see I check out the stats I see had many visitors so did all these people just come vo

..(presses send by accident) where was I did all these people just drop by to voyeur me out and then leave??? But then offline they tell their friends to check out my posts and you find someone shared on twitter but why you could have commented or clicked like or told me whats wrong with my post if it is.
~B

Girl next door with words and phrases running through my mind to capture the mundane with a lively twist. Yellow post-its litter my room and house my ideas; weaving them into stories makes lazy weekends worthwhile.